New Orleans, part 1 (a photo essay in food)
I've been postponing the writing of this blog entry, because I realized that a list of all the stuff we've done would really just be a list of all the food we've eaten. While I know at least four people who would be thrilled to read that list (you know who you are), I'll spare the rest of you.
Okay, that was a lie:
We ate grilled mac & cheese sandwiches! What?! (We forgot to take a picture of the mac and cheese and bacon sandwich, but here's one of the "Big Cheezy")
We also ate a fried bologna and potato chips sandwich at the restaurant that was recently voted the best new restaurant in America, which, in my totally pretentious opinion, was just okay. But look at the picture anyway! What?!
We've done muffulettas and beignets, of course, and my favorite peanut butter bacon burger:
Oh yeah, and this Vietnamese coffee flavored donut filled with sweetened condensed milk pudding and tapioca balls (though I have to admit, I preferred Gourdough's in Austin). Apparently we forgot to take a picture.For the mental image: it was large and looked like a donut.
We ate fried pepper rings and the biggest platter of fried seafood I've ever seen while watching the Saints' brutal defeat to the Vikings last weekend:
And we went to my favorite restaurant in the world, Boucherie, where every bite of the meal lived up to my exalted memories and where the owner at least pretended to remember me and comped us some Krispy Kreme bread pudding (Mike's favorite):
In an effort to maintain some semblance of normalcy and still get work done, we decided to stay in most weekdays and do New Orleans on the weekends. What this actually means is that I will be losing and gaining the same two pounds weekly until we leave here. (Worth it.)
Since we've been here, I have learned about myself that, contrary to my previous belief that I have a terrible memory, I somehow can remember every restaurant I've ever been to and what to order there. Mike has learned about me that I suddenly care about football as soon as I enter the state of Louisiana. We are both surprised and amused.
Look! More pictures:
The other adventure has been the cold! We thought we'd escaped it once we got here, but there's been a freak arctic blast here for the last few days, and New Orleans CANNOT DEAL. Before it even hit freezing temperatures, the schools all closed and the government shut down and nobody knew what to do with themselves. It lightly dusted snow that night, to the delight and confusion of all the locals, who giddily took pictures of the thin layer of white that wasn't even thick enough to obscure the sidewalk underneath. Some of the highways got shut down because of the ice, but apparently people are just moving the blockades and driving down them anyway. (I love this town.)
First, everyone was saying that you should turn on your faucets with a slow drip, to prevent your pipes from freezing and bursting. Now, the city is telling everyone to NEVERMIND JK TURN OFF YOUR WATER because running all the faucets put the city's water pressure to a dangerously low level which somehow hightens the risk of dangerous bacteria. So now the store shelves are empty of bottled water, and we've got a pot of water boiling on the stove. Fortunately (?) we now have plenty of practice living without drinkable running water, so, it's not bothering us, but I do hope that the rest of the people around town are able to stay warm and have access to clean water.
Meanwhile, our bedroom is the only room in the house that stays warm, so we're spending our days working in bed. Again, no complaints here!
Our BFFs Tony and Dane are coming to visit this weekend! Which means there'll probably be another post full of pictures of food next week. Don't say I didn't warn you.